Page 8 of His Secret Toy
My palms are sweaty. I take four steps and stop. He doesn’t speak. Just waits. Watches.
“You want to learn me?” he asks at last. “Say it.”
“I want to learn you.”
“Not good enough.”
“I want to touch you.”
He lifts a brow.
“Please.”
He stands. Walks over. Stops close enough that I can smell his soap and skin.
He says, "Get on your knees."
My knees hit the carpet beneath his desk before I even register what I'm doing. I'm helpless to him. I want to do whatever he commands, now.
“Take off your shirt and your bra.” So I pull the offending apparel off in record time before earning his next command.
“Say what you want again.”
“I want to please you. Please—let me.”
Roman doesn’t say yes. He steps back, just enough to make me crawl to him. I follow without thinking, palms flat to the floor. I kneel between his thighs, looking up.
His tone is graveled, "Take my cock in your hands, Harper. Stroke it. With attention."
I reach for him. My fingers wrap around the base, cautious, unsure. He’s rock hard. My hands tremble as I reach for him. The heat of his flesh is intense. His cock twitches at my touch, and I gasp.
It feels so heavy. I look up at him, eyes wide. I've never seen a man so endowed, and I feel a flutter of panic.
“Look at it,” he says. “Not me. You’re learning.”
I lower my head and drag my tongue along the underside—slow, one stroke from base to tip.
He exhales through his nose but doesn’t move.
I part my lips and take him in, shallow at first. My jaw works harder than I expect. I feel clumsy. Sloppy. He doesn’t correct me. Just lets me figure it out.
I wrap my hand around the part I can’t fit and move my mouth in sync. The more I try to impress him, the more spit I feel down my chin. I stop, pull back, wipe it with the back of my hand.
He grabs my wrist. Stops me.
“Leave it,” he says.
I nod and go back down.
This time, I start with wrapping both hands around him and tentatively begin to stroke. He groans low in his throat, and the sound sends a shockwave of desire through me. I’m not sure if I should be this enthused by his desire, but I am. I pump my right hand up and down, then pump his shaft slowly and tentatively.
He groans louder at my tentativeness, "Tighter. Jerk it like you mean it."
His words course through me, bringing a flush to my face and causing my pussy to dampen.
I put him in my mouth again and my tongue works faster. I flatten it along the underside, hollow my cheeks. I hear the shift in his breathing. I feel him twitch against my tongue.
"Mm, how hungry are you for this cock, Harper?" His fingers thread through my hair, and he pushes me forward.
